Hi, I’m George.

I’m not sure I believe in reincarnation, but if it exists, this must be my first time through. From the beginning, I was more interested in looking around than knowing where I was going.

I grew up in East Boston in a working-class family. Nobody sat around discussing artistic purpose. If you announced that you were searching for your creative voice, somebody would tell you to keep it down and finish your supper.

While still in high school, I discovered art and by a miracle received a full three year scholarship to study at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. Nobody was more surprised than my mother. After that, I spent an immersive year studying photography at Franklin Institute in Boston. In those days, it was one of the best-kept secrets in photographic education, partly because almost nobody had ever heard of it. But looking back, the teachers were all working professional photographers and they knew exactly what they were preparing us for, even I f we didn't.

By another miracle, I was hired right out of school by a multinational company with big ambitions and an equally big appetite for photographs. For the next ten years, they sent me so many places that once or twice, I had to check my itinerary to remember where I was. Back at the office was a whole team of first rate designers, art directors and writers. Working with them taught me just as much as the assignments did.

At the time, I thought the company was paying me to make photographs. I didn't realize it then, but they were actually paying for my education.

All these years later, I’m still looking, and still taking the long way home. You never know what's down the other road.

Thanks, Dad. Wish you were here.

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